My thoughts are like fleas, <br />Eternally skipping. <br />I try as I please <br />To prevent their slipping, <br />To probe them for more meant <br />Than my wit can utter; <br />But out of the torment <br />They quiver and flutter, <br />Dance, sparkle, and vanish <br />With insolent ease. <br />To hold or to banish <br />My thoughts are like fleas.<br /><br />Gamaliel Bradford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fleas-4/
